Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.